wasn't for rap To bridge the gap Maybe raised to be racist Who may have never got to see our faces Grace to cover rolling stone pages Broke down barriers
moon's glow My silver palomino Sixteen hands from her withers to the ground I lie in bed and listen to the sound Of the west Texas thunder roll My silver
perfect storm That we weathering together and this the first time That I've ever considered wedding rings but first things first yo I met her at the bar rolling
again Ta' Kweli, Mighty Def, and S Dot on the guest slot Kanye, you're the dope man in hip hop, now let's rock Now roll out niggaz, my hometown niggaz
America To Africa, home away, the six text-tillion Turn, Siskel and Ebert givin' two thumbs New York Times call it my best work, bump to it You can Rolling Stone
the bone My name grounded in stone I'm Mr. Violence we loungin' with Chrome Mr. Violence we lounge in his home, hit the housing on Rome Shining like a hundred thousand in stones
poppin' Magnums while Jigga bag somethin' Watch is platinum, got jet lag from Flights back and forth, pop corks of the best grapes Make the best CD's and the best
comin out the speaker, true love is off the meter [Chorus] [Baby Bash] I was gone for a minute but now im home, Please forgive me for being a rolling stone
angry teenagers Whom if it wasn't for rap to bridge the gap Maybe raised to be racist Who may have never got to see our faces Grace the cover of Rolling Stone
Register, One Way Or The Other I Can Promise You This, Juggalo Or Not Our Fuckin' Record's The Shit, And I Don't Give A Fuck What Rolling Stone Ends
' nods her head As he says, "Honey that's for you It's not much, but it's the best That I can do" Golden rings, with one tiny little stone Waiting there
lbs. all nigga And I'm good wit these dawgs nigga Got steel plated balls nigga Representin' 57th street Me and my Dawgs bringin' the heat Born and raised to be a villain on these Kansas City Streets Best
safety Ready to try it out What made me do it It was hood when I ride out From north or south To the east to the west Who rolls the best So fuck your
there, snitchin' round here That's why every summer, bitches be missin' round here I roll wit straight killers, thug niggaz, and drug dealers And if they ridin' wit me, best
, I'm livin' like that I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that Yo, I never brag, how real I keep it, 'cause it's the best secret
the floor They try'na play me like a hoe from the local 5-8-0 But ain't no days like that where I'm from If they want some bests believe them bitches
at this thang But people look at me judge before they see the man Cash stones I'm losin' for they deal my hand, come on Could you roll one up, toe beneath
be like Mike, I wanted to be like Ike 'Cause papa was a Rolling Stone in the sixties And he liked Green just like Bill Bixby Told me that my best friend